My latest poem on public display, Blues for a Day, is in a way cool place: The Dead Mule School. Perfect fit for this piece, so I is chicken fried and apple pied! Shout out to Mista Franklin J. Foster of Jackson, Mississippi, a great friend and talented photographer—this poem bubbled up out of some memory from our drinkin’, eatin’, and picture takin’ road trip that dripped us down from Jackson, through Vicksburg, and finally into New Orleans.
